Just when her reign was in peril
Just when she hath raised her club
There had to be a maniac on lose
Threatening the Kingdom
The killings everywhere were of no help
All they did was to raise more rebellion
The same people who begged for their lives
The very same lips that delivered harsh screams of agony
Were now demanding freedoms
Were now openly throwing insults at her
The Tyrant couldn't bear it all
She was becoming restless.
The Maniac was too reckless.
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Sitting on the rock
She couldn't help but fidget
The news about the Maniac has reached her ears
The news spread like plague
It spread like pest in a healthy field
And now the Paladin worried
When she saw the Warrior she scurried
Over to him, to greet him as he came from the town
She was breathless.
He looked at her with a straight face
'I heard about the Maniac'
She gave away
'Yes'
His voice rang through the silent surroundings
'I've had an encounter with him today
And he is worse than the whispers described
Absolutely ruthless
A cent percent mindless
The Warrior's words have not soothed her heart
Nor did they quench her worries
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Both the ladies fidgeted in their worries
They were damsels in distress, sure
But they weren't the ones to wait
For their knight in shining armor to arrive
They were their own knights
They were their own survivors.
YOU ARE READING
The Twists and Taste of Destiny
FantasiThis is a story of two warriors Both of whom have known pain Both of whom have been broken and crushed They rose from the darkness sucking it's energy Determined to find light Come with them Read through the book Dance lightly along...
